Rostrum Rhetoric Malcolm died for the 83rd time at the corner of lenox120th the child to jump over carcass held bullet in ballad,to secure for him his piece of this dark continenta horseshoe at best he swings his arms and aims iron poor John Henry, for even he was not built to last,stop singing you cordillera negroes,for even in sleep I can hear your 24 hour bones,the slurred fast dialect that lost trombone player we have cut out the white man from bandstandthey are scared shitless or emulating your slingin’ cornSTOP SINGING AND START SWINGINGChained, again, singin’ of barracks in Huntsville The pulpit greets the well do to off hand black manYou can wager you have no ancestral heritage Malcolm would curse his bondage in Moslem hairdressThis race is not for that of grandeur of right Wrongs, the other guy, I happily apply makeup in morningCome out white in my Mexican automobile covered in shirts,Shoes, the littered trail of my identity from here down black,From my can wetback, from my arms red husker treatise I’d like to amble a small peach crate, take it down from poleStand highAnd claim no gameBut a feeling that has hindered our movement, us, this nigger We can carve out a pieceThey do not like the ilk of us anywaysAnd seize good fortune, not lazy attrition through sin and prostitution,Whittled down drugs and cursing the gods that urge us good nature For I am of this ilk on pavementI am transparent from my heritageI see the people fucking us, they confide in me (as I take it)They think I’m handsome sterile eunuch hooking up wires for their connectivity Connect to the greater omen that heralds us animalsTo open up our wide mouth teethed not for greasy chunk profitBut for greasy chunk of white haunch, Sickly fat wings carved out of one man making 200,000 roses We gnaw of his wealth, wear his head as cap,To insure where your ferocious colorWill horrify shit out of the old men in stallsTo overwhelm a police force, and govern A small strip of paradise foundsit back on porch and talk about that great dayWhere we could relax again and not botheredBy Punjab, sandnigger, fucking cunt, nobody And sing that